Reynard returns his gaze to the path ahead. It's the start of the Season. The initial flurry of work is over and now he just has to maintain Winter's grasp. Right now he has time time to think, and to listen.

He looks at her again suddenly. "How old-?" He catches himself and laughs, shaking his head. "No. That's not right, is it?" Calming himself, he tries again. "How long have you been... here? Human?"